Crunchy underfoot

I finally left the house! I am feeling a little better, and I had the motivation of a spanish class to help me. The snow has subtly altered the light,so everything looks a little different. The moon was full and very bright, even though the sky still held onto a little blueness. It looked like it should have a howling wolf silhoetted against it. Everything was softened by the light. Even the butt- ugly methodist church shone with the moonlight reflected back up from the snow, like a foil umberella in a photographers studio softening a portrait. Crunching through fresh snow is such a pure, fun feeling, spolied only by the patches of unnoticed ice. I stomped, dragging my foot a little to stir up flurries of soft powder. It was sharp cold, and there was only my rediculously enourmous nike padded jacket to keep out the bighting teeth. I took a thermal mug filled with tea, which was almost cold by the time I got to the class. The class was ok, but my head was hurting and I found concentrating tough. It's not easy to get your head around grammer at the best of times. After thinking 'espero que mi novio es en la cochina ahora, prepare cena por nosotros' (apologies to anyone spanish who reads that!), I found that my wish had come true: mi novio was indeed in the kitchen making dinner...yum! But my head still hurts and I am going to play a little poker then sleep it of...